Alan Sillitoe: The Loneliness of the Long-distance Runner
The governor would have a fit[Anfall] if he could see me sliding
down the bank[Böschung] because I could break my neck or
ankle, but I can't not do it because it's the only risk I take and the
only excitement I ever get, [...] scratching myself to bits and almost
letting myself go but not quite.
[...]but the quietness I trotted[trotten, traben] into between two
pickets[Pfähle] was like opening my eyes underwater and looking
at the pebbels[Kieselsteine] on a stream bottom, [...].